Poetry Collection Vol.1: Ex Nihilo

Self

The hell which you dwell in with your spirit's dreary misgivings.

The fire that swells within beneath cheerful greetings still brimming.

The decrepit shell you adorn so sweet, the underpinning feeling that does seep.

The harder exterior physique displacing with meticulously casted mystique.

The chilling myriad of subtle critique from whose correction you rebel but yet seek.

The path carved under you. Endeavored to refine for yourself to be distinct against its bellowing sheep.

The shepherding pressures of the teeming preconceptions, denying it's directive of seething deceit.

The heralding of the precious dreaming insurrection: finding its imperative means to be free.

By Nicholas Moore